This afternoon it's snowing and they're no flowers
The silence of the glistening white of snowflakes
Falls like a memory of scales descending as the whitest keys
in the memory of a childhood piano, outside the paned window of palms!
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'The silence of the glistening white of snowflakes Falls like a memory of scales descending as the whitest keys in the memory of a childhood piano' - loved these lines!
Snow-flowers! ! Memories of childhood piano. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.